Assignment 12: Time to Rock This Boat To Prepare for the Impending Doom
A tense silence hung in the air as Alu revealed the plot.
"…How did you get all that from just reading me? Whoa, do you have some kind of mind reader ability?" Chuuya snapped, eyes narrowed.
"Nope, not at all," Alu said brightly. "You're just highly predictable~And judging by the fact you had Akutagawa take out Nathaniel Haughty-Thorne and Margarett Bitchell, it makes sense that those other two would be patrolling. I just had a hunch. But your emotions are an open book— you're a great read~" she said, clasping her hands together, giggling at Chuuya.
Chuuya was mortified. Would Mori blame him then for the reveal of the plan? "Do not let this enemy see you falter any longer," Mori said darkly.
Mori twitched. This young woman was practically begging to be shot. Very well, he'd grant her a far worse fate. How had she figured out his plan from looking at Chuuya? It was clear she was an information-gathering ability user! That was dangerous. Normally he may consider recruiting her but she was not someone who would be so easily turned if she was actually working with the damned ADA after all!
"Mister Boss, you should know better than anyone, raising such a cute little girl of your own," Alu bluntly said. She was unphased by his bone chilling tone. "When a child misbehaves, isn't it natural to bring in an adult to regulate the situation? A child can't learn right from wrong without communication."
Mori narrowed his eyes.
She was dangerous. She would need to be eliminated quietly. Somehow.
He was so angry that not even Elise-Chan could make her usual quip. Elise-Chan shuddered, eyes widening, as she found herself unable to look at the expression on Mori's face. Haunting twisted features bloomed on his face, that wanted to tear this person on the other end limb from limb while they were still alive.
This person was amusing but alas, she was an eyesore after all. She made the Port Mafia look like a joke. She treated him like one. Appearances were everything to any brand, after all. However, he couldn't pull anything without incurring repercussions from a source he honestly hadn't thought about, either.
She talked to him far too informally. That had been a warning.
"Very well, I'll…take this into consideration," Mori said. His voice was tight and restrained, concealing how incensed he actually was at this turn of events.
"Hahaha…Let's not make this a habit, you are an adult, after all." Alu's saccharine sweet tone made Mori inwardly twitch. She tossed the phone back to Chuuya. He comically caught it, a bit flustered haha.
Mori looked pissed. It was like being hung up on by his wayward son. But not even remotely cute.
Yeeaah.
No.
There was something about that person that was scarily undoubtedly like Dazai Osamu. But she wasn't. And that gave Mori full motivation to have her eliminated.
"Eliminate her." Mori darkly ordered.
Chuuya grinned. His phone snapped shut.
Moments later, the phone clattered to the ground, beeping off. The cat mreowled, eyes bugging but Chuuya used his anti-gravity to place the cat outside of the room. "Sorry, Mister Sir, but you shouldn't lose one of your nine lives on my account," he voiced concern.
The cat's eyes sparkled.
Alu quirked a brow. Chuuya had a soft spot for animals. Noted ~lol~.
The cat ran off and Chuuya faced Alu, grinning darkly again. "I won't go easy on you just cuz you're a girl, got it?"
"Oh, it's been so long since a ~cute~ boy has asked me to dance," Alu chuckled. "I'm flattered, really, but I should warn you, I have two left feet!"
Chuuya was going to ignore that 'cute' comment. This person was almost as chaotic as Dazai. No, if he pretended it was Dazai… gravity increased in the building at that moment.
—-
Mori couldn't believe he'd been foiled on his plan to find Fukuzawa's hideout —not by his own former apprentice—, but by someone who seemingly appeared out of thin air. Unless they were in it together. His eyes narrowed as that possibility left room for some new ideas to bubble.
Could this person somehow be tied to him? Had they both worked together to foil Mori's plan? It was inconceivable to accept that just one little girl alone could thwart Mori Ougai's careful chessboard of success. No, she must have had some help, he concluded.
She had put Mori in an actual corner. Mori grit his teeth, biting his lower lip, angrily. If he admitted to trying to eliminate the agency and that person caught wind because of her, then… Mori may lose that coveted spot he had managed to obtain eight years ago.
No, Chuuya Nakahara would ensure that she didn't talk. There was no way that some street urchin would defeat the wielder of antigravity—containing the god Arahabaki—- when all others had already failed.
Or weren't Dazai.
Just then, his phone buzzed. He looked at the photo of Chuuya sent over.
His face tightened.
This was a terrible time to want to laugh.
—-
The ADA members at the hideout were still on edge.
Kenji and Yosano were on standby with Fukuzawa. Normally Ranpo would be too, but he was still being affected by whatever was going on in his head. Fukuzawa allowed Kenji to keep Ranpo's more 'childlike' brain occupied, which fortunately wasn't too difficult because Ranpo wasn't really much different when he was normal, lol.
Kenji was playing cards with Ranpo and they were currently betting using a pile of candy Ranpo had stashed. Naturally, even in this state, Ranpo was somehow comically winning.
"At least his brain still functions to some capacity," Yosano remarked, sitting at the surveillance now, glancing at Fukuzawa who was next to her, reading a book. He was keeping an eye on surveillance as well, in Ranpo's place.
Fukuzawa sighed inwardly.
"…Yes, although it would be beneficial to try to get him back to normal. I would have asked that girl at the time, but…as it were," Fukuzawa trailed off, eyes flickering. He felt immensely guilty mistreating her and then having to rely on that young woman to actually go up against the Port Mafia.
Yosano who had heard the story of what happened from Fukuzawa along with the others at the time, before the teams were dispatched. Atsushi and Dazai had departed already for their train station, and Kunikida and Tanizaki were attempting to thwart the attempted kidnapping. All that was left was Kenji and Yosano feeling like sitting ducks. Yosano hated that she was mostly a skill-type healer. She didn't actually do combat that often although her stilettos had known a good fight or two.
"I know," Yosano said softly. "She thwarted their plan to find this place…and not only that, decided to go up against that person, herself…" Yosano's eyes flickered. She had mixed feelings herself, on what was going on. After all, The head of the Port Mafia had been her own former employer. And he was a monster.
Yosano had respect for this odd woman, facing him of all people. To thwart one of his plans was something expected of Dazai. But this girl? She clearly knew how that person worked. That was the only explanation. "There's still much we don't know about her, true," Fukuzawa said, sighing. He caught Yosano's look and was perceptive at times himself. "But…She wanted us to stick to our own plans, and she gave us an advantage. In a way…I can't help but think it was because she knew Ranpo was out of commission," his expression strained, a guilty tone apparent.
"Using Ranpo to try to figure her out was the logical explanation," Yosano pointed out.
"True…but I don't think it was the right solution," Fukuzawa grimaced. "I'm so used to Ranpo just figuring everything out, being able to read people, that I didn't even stop to consider that there may come a time when that could actually bring him to some real harm again—and especially not right in front of me where I'd be powerless to stop it, either."
Yosano watched Kenji playing with Ranpo. It was honestly nice having someone like Kenji around who could be cheerful by nature even in a time like this. There was a reason that Fukuzawa had recruited him a few months ago.
"But who is that person to get involved with the Port Mafia?" Yosano asked, frowning. "I certainly don't know her, and even Dazai is stumped. That…is saying something."
Fukuzawa and Yosano nodded at each other. Dazai had a habit of forgetting about the women he put off after 'romancing' them—a recent bomb threat being a great example— but this wasn't the case with this woman. If anything, she seemed to reject Dazai's flirting according to Kunikida and disregarded him a bit coldly.
Of course if he would have remembered something had this person been a man was comical as well considering Dazai could care less about men, according to him.
And yet, she entrusted Dazai with ensuring things ran smoothly? That only meant she already knew on some level about their roles. Still, Ranpo wasn't necessarily worse off. He was just loopy. In some regards he wasn't honestly any different from how he normally behaved. It's just now, hilariously enough, he had an excuse for behaving like a brat under eighteen.
But, Yosano still felt restless. She got up from the computer desk. Fukuzawa glanced at her, furrowing his brow. "Akiko?" He asked this softly, rarely using her first name when around the others, preferring to be formal but as it was just her in earshot, it was a rare moment for Fukuzawa to address her as his pseudo-daughter.
"I'm going to the lady's room," Yosano said, feeling bad about lying to Fukuzawa but she wanted to go and check on that person. It wasn't in her nature to just let someone place themselves in danger on her behalf—behalf of the ADA, and not lift a finger to offer some aid in return.
Fukuzawa nodded—not going to follow his pseudo-daughter to the bathroom—lol he's not a creepy weirdo like Mori.
But she didn't even make it to the exit before Ranpo spoke loudly. "Buddy system!"
Yosano paused.
Fukuzawa blinked at Ranpo.
Ranpo just pointed at Yosano. "Buddy system~ don't go running off!"
Fukuzawa's eyes widened. Ranpo was deducing something. He looked at Yosano with surprise. "What is he saying?"
"That person is fine! She is fantastic~!" Ranpo babbled. He was not one to dish out praise to anyone but himself so that's definitely something off putting to both Fukuzawa and Yosano. It was funny though. Yosano pursed her lips. She kind of wanted to record Ranpo like this. Mischievously, she took out her phone.
"What do you really think about that person?" she decided to ask, since Ranpo was being chatty again about this subject when before he had hilariously been avoiding it like someone on mushrooms with ADHD.
"I think that person is super special!" Ranpo said brightly. "Warm, like a hot rock!"
Fukuzawa's eyebrows raised comically. Yosano decided to keep going. "And, do you think she is our friend or enemy?"
"She is a frenemy~" Ranpo declared. "She is neither. She could be both! But all we need is a little faith, trust, and pixie dust!" He went on another loopy giggle fit, and Fukuzawa and Yosano sighed, knowing they weren't getting a straight answer out of him. Oh well. Maybe Dazai could decipher this recent admission. Lol.
She pocketed her phone.
Kenji beamed. "The best thing we can do is be supportive!" He said brightly.
Ranpo nodded. "Yes! Supportive! Like cheerleaders!" Ranpo sprung up and began to chant. "Go Go ADA! Ya,Ya, Ya! Sit tight here is where we stay!~"
The rhyme wasn't terrible and Kenji joined in. Fukuzawa pursed his lips. At least Ranpo had a lot of energy. Fukuzawa preferred it to him being comatose. Or worse. However, Yosano's expression was agitated.
Ranpo danced over to her though and he gazed at her with his bright green eyes. Yosano gazed at him. "Ranpo…"
"We need to keep our heads," Fukuzawa agreed, gazing at Yosano. "That person wants us to stick to our own plans."
"But what if something goes wrong?" Yosano said, distressed. "President…what if she is hurt —or worse, captured and tortured?"
Fukuzawa flinched. It wasn't like he hadn't thought about that. But there was something about that person that made him just want to believe in her. "…if that is the case, I will personally deal with those consequences," he said, his eyes glinting promising a swift punishment to Mori's demise.
Yosano smiled smally, though her eyes were distressed. Ranpo grabbed Yosano's hand, tugging her hilariously to himself like they were about to dance. Fukuzawa comically record-scratched mentally with Yosano.
"!?" Yosano's expression was comical. Dancing and Ranpo normally didn't go together. At all.
Kenji just clapped like he was a metronome keeping the pace as Ranpo surprisingly danced well, twirling Yosano with a giggle and a grin.
Fukuzawa almost laughed, despite everything.
—
Why had this person picked Dazai to be the one to use the earbud? She had put her trust in him for a reason. Dazai was starting to think she may not be a complete stranger…or if she was, she was someone not even Dazai could figure out. It was unusual for Dazai to be stuck with two possibilities to one outcome.
Being stumped was not something Dazai was unfamiliar with but being stumped by another person was beyond rare.
Dazai didn't know if that person could handle going up against Chuuya but he and Atsushi had their orders from the President. The mode of communication had cut out by now. What was frustrating was his boss's reaction to the situation.
The President forbade him from going to that person's aid.
"But Boss—!" Dazai tried but Fukuzawa's tone was sharp and direct.
"She wanted us to stick to our own tactics and I trust that," Fukuzawa said abruptly. "She wants us to do what is best for the ADA at this time!"
Dazai's eyes flickered. She wanted him to stick to their tactics? He didn't know that person but to go up against his former boss and Chuuya? Just who was this person? Dazai hoped she would live long enough for him to figure that out.
He grit his teeth. His hands were tied. Him and Atsushi had to be a part of helping the secretaries flee from the clutches of The Guild. "Dammit…" Dazai was not one to normally be put into a corner. But here, he was between a rock and a hard place. Over a complete stranger.
"Dazai-San," Atsushi said, not sure how to help his mentor. Dazai was rarely this flustered. It was the first time, actually, for Atsushi to see Dazai frustrated.
"Dazai, that person…will make it out alright," Fukuzawa said softly to Dazai over the phone.
"How can you guarantee that?" Dazai asked, voice taut.
"Ranpo seems to think so…despite his current state… and I want…to believe in that person's own strength…" his mentor softly spoke.
Dazai's eyes widened. Then his eyebrows knit together. His expression was taut. "Alright…"
—
In Alu's pocket, she now held the recording device. She had nabbed it when Chuuya swung his anti-gravity at the secretary's desk previously. Somehow, she'd dodged, and ended up in Fukuzawa's office now where the fight had taken them both.
Chuuya swung a fist at Alu but she dodged, oddly quick on her feet. "Hey, hey, using your ability is cheating!" She protested, rolling to her feet now behind him, near a window. She couldn't get to the door—the only reasonable exit.
"If I don't, you'll just use your own on me!" Chuuya retorted. "I'm not an idiot."
"Eh, sure about that?" Alu remarked comically.
"What the hell does that mean?" Chuuya glowered.
"I'm just saying, I believe in an honest fight. Don't you?" Alu frowned, tilting her head at Chuuya. "I don't mind fighting as a battle of acknowledging our strength, but I have no intention of crossing blows with the Port Mafia. I merely wanted to pass along a message."
"You should have thought of that before insulting the Boss," Chuuya glowered, smirking darkly. "And don't even think of running, we have this entire place scoped."
"Really?" Alu said, eyes wide. "You mean…the mafia…is everywhere?" she paled, looking around, suddenly afraid. Chuuya smirked darkly. Good. Finally, she was understanding her situation. Her lack of composure meant that she wasn't like Dazai after all. Chuuya must have been imagining—-
"Hello police?" Alu said into the phone on Fukuzawa's desk. "I want to report an assault and potential battery on XXXX—"
Chuuya's jaw dropped. She was calling the police!? Wait- a normal person would do that! Why had that even slipped Chuuya's mind, hahaha."S-Shit!" He yelped, and he dashed over but Alu just yelled.
"Save me! The Port Mafia has me surrounded!" She hung up before Chuuya made it across the room to her, but even as his ability comically yanked out the phone from the desk and slammed it against the wall, the damage was already done.
But as Chuuya got closer, his eyes widened as he felt sudden pressure on his entire body. "Guh!" He found himself collapsing to the floor on his knees.
This pressure was not gravity.
Chuuya had no idea what to call this.
He struggled to move but Alu just stepped around him, heading for the door. "You could pursue me but I wouldn't recommend it," she said bemused. Her former damsel in distress act —gone. Chuuya felt a shiver. It was like talking with a peppy version of Dazai. "The police are on their way. Unless you want to stir up more commotion, I'd suggest leaving. Well, take care. I'd like to speak with you again, under different circumstances, if possible!"
Dazai himself was still listening, as he and Atsushi made their way to their own destination. So far, despite his odd desire to turn around and run towards that fight—it sounded like she really did have it under wraps. What an interesting person she was turning out to be. And she was handling Chuuya in the funniest way possible. God, Chuuya was losing to this person and Daai was going to torment him for it forever hehehehe as well as ensure he never laid a hand on this person ever again. Dazai's inner yandere was showing on his face in the form of a menacing possessive grin.
Atsushi was scared, lol.
"Ugh, why would I want to talk with you?" Chuuya grit his teeth, his ability seemingly having no effect on this person!? No, it wasn't that Chuuya couldn't use his ability, it was just whatever she's doing, was stronger?! "Ngh. This…your ability…"
"Not an ability," Alu sighed. "…I don't have one."
"Bullshit," Chuuya groaned.
Alu was quiet. "Hey, I know our meeting wasn't under great circumstances but…for what it's worth, I'm not your enemy, Chuuya."
Chuuya glared at her. "I highly doubt that."
"…The Port Mafia is at war with the Guild," Alu said bluntly. "But, you don't agree with Mori's way of handling things. You also…don't wish to see the head of the ADA cut down. You don't believe in meaningless loss of life."
On the other end of this conversation, Dazai listened, but his expression was indiscernible from the smooth surface of a lake again.
Chuuya felt something twist in his gut. He wasn't in any place to question Mori's decisions. He just had to follow his orders. He was loyal. He would just do as he was told because he knew in the end, Mori's intentions were for the benefit of the Mafia. Even this reckless decision to kill the head of the ADA. Right? Maybe his Boss could take things too far when it came to Fukuzawa…Maybe Chuuya didn't understand his Boss's obsession with beating Fukuzawa….who wastes that much time on another man anyways?* "Don't try it. I won't falter in my loyalty. I don't know who you work for, but I ain't subscribing to your crap!"
"I don't work for anyone," Alu bluntly said. "I…am just someone who cares."
"Ha? You must have a stake in all this." Chuuya's eyes narrowed.
"You're right. My stake has to do with protecting the people I care about. I know you're loyal to the Port Mafia, so you can understand where I'm coming from." Alu admitted with a sigh. She scratched her head. "You know…you're the kind of person, I admire the most."
Dazai's eyes widened in surprise. Genuine bewilderment. His eyes weren't the only pair to widen hilariously befuddled by Alu's …confession? Wait, was she crushing on Chuuya!? She refused to praise Dazai but she praised that guy upon just meeting him in person this one time!? Dazai looked like he was in physical pain, hugging himself from where he was currently standing. Atsushi just looked at him, questioningly and worried.
"D-Dazai-San?" Atsushi asked, timidly.
"Ah…Is this a nightmare…pinch me?" Dazai looked at Atsushi like a man who was truly suffering.
"Uh, okay…" Atsushi pinched him hard on the arm. Dazai yelped.
"This is why I hate pain…" Dazai whined.
Atsushi had no idea what was going on with Dazai's brain lol. It's okay kid, most people don't. Not even his original author-hahaha.
Meanwhile, Chuuya's eyes widened. She didn't sound condescending. Her expression as she gazed at him, was soft? Chuuya pursed his lips. He remembered teasing Kajii about being done in easily by a girl's pretty words and pretty face but he was suddenly very aware of why Kajii had faltered. This person was dangerous. She had a way with her words. But she wasn't using any womanly wiles. She was just…a calming presence? No, she was someone Chuuya didn't come across often.
An honest person. Someone's whose words resonated from the bottom of one's own heart.
Sure, she was still using her ability on him, but she had made no move to harm him.
"This concludes our little chat." Alu looked out of the corner of her eye into her pocket where she held her recorder. Her expression was apologetic. The red light went off.
Chuuya had two choices. Attack her or flee from the police. He grit his teeth. It was like she'd already planned this in advance! But, what she'd said. That also hung onto Chuuya. He wasn't one to let a stranger shake his faith in the Mafia, but that wasn't what she was doing, surprisingly enough.
"Flattery won't get you anywhere," he glowered.
"Not flattery, just how I feel," Alu sighed. "I know your boss wants my head, so tell him this…He can have my head… after the war with the Guild is concluded."
Chuuya's eyes widened. He was speechless. "Wait, no. You will just run away from that."
"No, I won't."
Chuuya's throat clenched. But it didn't sound like she was lying.
"You said so yourself, you're an American! You have no claim to this country! Why bother sticking your neck out for a place that isn't even yours to call your own!?" He yelled.
Alu gazed at him. She walked over. Her cowlick twitched as she squatted, hugging her knees, looking at Chuuya head on. Her tone was soft, but fierce."There are lives at stake here, and this goes beyond the petty feud between the ADA and the Port Mafia. I want what's best for this city, so if it means my death… then so be it. But not until the job is done. So tell your boss this…" She straightened up, walking towards the door again. "Let's protect this city that we both love together." She gazed at Chuuya and Chuuya's breath hitched. That message was for his Boss but why did it sound like it was directed at Chuuya's own heart?
Her eyes were like two lonely stars on fire, never meant to intersect, only meant to fly side by side. Complete isolation. This person was completely alone. In her resolve, in this city, in her very core.
She left, leaving Chuuya standing there feeling something he didn't even know how to describe. A long time ago, he had only ever met one other person like that. A man with blonde hair, blue eyes…another foreigner who ended up saving nothing. But this person?
She was different.
She didn't want to destroy this city. She wanted to save it.
Chuuya grit his teeth, his gloved fingers digging into his shirt, trembling. "Ngh…" he felt something strike in his very bones at his core. She hadn't even touched him, and he hadn't even sensed her lift her ability… but it felt like he'd already been defeated in a battle of wills alone?
—
Mori fiddled with his scalpels. He used them in the dart board on the wall but he hilariously had a terrible aim.
Elise-Chan continued to doodle near him. She kept drawing on the floor. She really was too cute for this world, Mori hummed to himself. In the meantime, he had a lot on his mind. He hadn't heard back yet from Chuuya.
Suddenly his phone rang.
"Report?" Mori asked, lightly.
"Boss…that person got away," Chuuya admitted with a grimace.
"I see, there better be a good reason," Mori's tone was displeased.
"A few actually," Chuuya said on the other end. He was leaning against a wall, somewhere else in the city. Somewhere inconspicuous. The Port Mafia vehicles all left the ADA vicinity already.
"She actually called the police before I could stop her—so my time to fight her was limited."
"…Chuuya," Mori said, his face in his hands, hilariously distraught, "I cut all the phone lines before you got there. There were no active landlines."
"…." Chuuya's face was comical. To save face he just plowed into the next point, his face red from utter humiliation. That person had just pulled a 'Dazai' on him!? She was absolutely no good! Not good at all! The embarrassment burned Chuuya's pale cheeks. "She…gave an interesting proposition."
"Yes?"
"…" Chuuya looked up at the sky, his expression hard to discern. "She said if we wanted her head, we were welcome to have it…on the condition she be allowed to fight against the Guild for the time being," Chuuya said.
"Oh?" Mori blinked, brow furrowing. "That sounds too good to be true."
"I know, and normally, I would agree," Chuuya bit his lower lip. He ran a hand through his hair, his hat under his arm. "But…she wasn't lying."
Mori could sense the serious tone from Chuuya. Chuuya was not one to 'fail' easily, so whoever this person was, was quite good with her words. Almost as good and slippery as Dazai. Mori was both frustrated and only more intrigued by this. He fingered his scalpel, thoughtfully.
"…Very well, then we will see if she will honor that," Mori said coolly. "Either way, she dies."
"…Sir," Chuuya's expression twisted. "She wanted me to tell you that all she wanted was to work together with you… 'to fight and protect this city that you both love, together.'.."
Mori was quiet for a moment.
His eyes flickered.
Ah, so this was a temporary alliance? Hmm, it could work to his advantage.
"Even though I couldn't carry out your original plan, I did learn more about her ability," Chuuya continued.
Mori smiled. "Good! Tell me all about it when you return."
"Alright."
Chuuya hung up and sighed, looking up at the afternoon sky. He didn't know what he thought about that person. It showed on his face. "Admires me…huh?" He said quietly, to no one.
Meanwhile, Mori set his phone down on his desk. Elise-Chan hummed from where she was drawing. "Didja lose another point?" She asked, with a haughty sigh.
"Not exactly," Mori said, thoughtful. However, he had to ensure the next phase of his plan at least had a chance of succeeding. He had sent a small child, thirteen, named Q, to go and confront the secretaries. A little present for the elusive ADA.
But there was a catch.
He had also sent two of his own people to ensure Dazai's safety. The logical plan was to take out the ADA members—except for Dazai.
'Heart trumps Logic, every time'
That girl's words echoed in Mori's mind and his scalpel hand twitched. "It is still logical to not lose something valuable," he said out loud, as though irritated.
"You're talking to yourself in your old age, huh, Rintaro?" Elise-Chan said, with a huff.
"Oh, was I?" Mori groaned. That person was not going to get into Mori's brain! Nope! She had to go! Eliminate her as soon as the Guild war was over? Well, while he would prefer to eliminate her sooner, if she was offering to be killed by him personally after he used her unique 'ability' and cunning to take out The Guild…then at least it would mean he won in the end after all, against this person and The Guild.
Mori made a face.
Why did he feel dissatisfied with that outcome?
—
*you do Chuuya hahahahaha Dazai is your trigger ? ゚ᄂᆪ? ゚ᄂᆪ? ゚ヘニ?
Side theater: How I Found Ur Number
Alu scrolled through Chuuya's phone to find out where Dazai's number would be. Naturally he wasn't labeled as the obvious. Everyone else had a formal title but a few contacts were ambiguous. Alu decided to look into the call history in that case. Sure enough, the name showed itself over 50 times from the last day. 'Blue Mackerel'.
Oh yeah, that's gotta be him, he actually tried to leave voicemails, Alu thought inwardly, eyebrows raising.
Side theatre: That's Not My Name
Mori was irritated to say the least.
He went over to Elise-chan and hugged her tightly, to decompress. Naturally, Elise-chan began to beat him up. "Ah~ Elise-chan! This poor man needs your love~"
"Gross Rintaro! Get offa me!" Elise-chan complained loudly.
Just then, the door to his office opened. In stepped Kajii. He looked nervous. With him were Hirotsu and Chuuya. Mori straightened up, with a cough. "I hear you have more information on that woman," he said, gazing at Kajii.
Kajii nodded. "I got her name, at least," he said meekly.
"Yes about that," Mori rubbed his temples. "You said her name was Aoi Tsuki?"
Kajii nodded. "Yeah!, it stands for Blue Moon."
"I know what it stands for," Mori looked tired, haha. He glanced to Hirotsu and Chuuya. The both of them, and Elise were just staring at Kajii with hilarious almond shaped eyes. Clearly, Kajii was the only one not catching on.
"Um…" Kajii said nervously. "Why is everyone staring at me like that?"
"Dude, she just pulled one on you," Chuuya said, patting Kajii's shoulder, pitying the fool.
"And you gave her your real name," Mori said with a sigh. "If she was the enemy you know you would be dead right now, don't you?"
"No, no!" Kajii said, shaking his head. "I only told her my name because we established mutual trust! We have a bond!"
The other Mafioso were honestly legit concerned for Kajii, haha. Mori didn't have the actual mental capacity to deal with his subordinate's behavior. Elise-chan pouted. "I don't like this woman!" She said loudly, waving her arms. "Rintaro! We must defeat her! Before she makes poor Jii-jii here more delusional than usual!"
Mori nodded in agreement sagely with the other two mafioso. Hahaha. Apparently Kajii has a protection squad for him and his lemons…
[End theatre lol…]
